Catt slid her desk chair toward the window of the small apartment
she rented over her sister’s cottage in Virginia Beach. A man approached,
taking the outdoor stairs two at a time.
After a few quick knocks, the man pushed opened the screen door.
“Is this the dog-walking service?”
Catt recognized the man. Brock Randall was a city council member
who’d voiced his opinion to the local media about annoying residents who
criticized the council over animal rights. “Yes, Mr. Randall. I’m Catt Ramsey,
owner of the Woof-Pack Dog Walkers. How may I help you?”
“Have we met?”
“No. I’ve seen you on the news. How can I help you?”
Cagney and Lacey jumped from the window seat to the floor. In tandem, they made their way toward Brock
and began sniffing his shoes and pants.
“Please, have a seat.” Catt indicated a chair in front of her desk
as she repositioned her chair behind the desk.
Brock wiped his forehead. “This June weather is hot and stifling.”
“How about some water?” Catt reached into the mini fridge near her
desk and grabbed two bottles. She extended one toward Brock and opened one for
herself.
The dogs went to their water bowl, no longer interested in their
visitor.
Brock gulped from his bottle and leaned back in his chair. His
gaze swept the small office that held animal supplies, toys, crates, carriers,
blankets, and feeding stations. “You run your service from here?”
“Yes. It’s compact, but the rent is cheap, and the location is
close to most of my clients. What can I do for you?”
“You come highly recommended by my neighbor, Nora Page.”
“Oh yes. I walk Nora’s dog Hudson most mornings. You must live in
the Loft building on 31st street?”
“Yes.”
“I offer dog walking and feeding, and I teach basic commands. I
operate within a five-mile radius of this area, mainly around the boardwalk.
It’s myself and another walker. Here’s my card. It includes my cell and office
numbers.” Catt extended the card toward Brock. “Which services are you
interested in Mr. Randall?”
“Please call me Brock.”
“Okay, Mr., uh, Brock.
Is there one particular service you need?”
“I’m not interested in any of them.”
Catt’s eyebrows knitted together. “I don’t understand.”BUY YOUR COPY OF TO FETCH A THIEF TO FIND OUT WHAT MYSTERY CATT AND HER TWO DOGS CAGNEY AND LACEY GET INVOLVED IN!
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